Chapter 15- Criminal

  When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything. All I could feel was the throbbing of my shoulder and what seemed to be a stab wound on my left thigh. The last thing, was that the room was all white. I was in a hospital.

  I didn't know how I got here. I know everything about me... just not what happened to get me hurt. And it hurts me to know that I have lost some memories. Important ones, as it seems. 

  All my thoughts were destroyed by a familiar face walking into the room. And then I knew. Whatever I went through? It almost killed me. And then I ended up here, in another fantasy world. Well, it's a crime show, but whatever.

He walks up to me, "I'm Derek Morgan. Mind telling me your name?"

I nod, "Abigail Stark."

That makes him laugh a little, "Like Tony Stark's daughter in the comics?"

I give him a confused look, "What do you mean?"

He looks at me, astounded, "You haven't watched the Marvel Movies?"

I shrug, "What about his daughter?"

He smiles, "She went missing after getting attacked by Hydra. Her big mission wasn't successful and Tony Stark died. Along with the whole universe, and Thanos created a new one."

My eyes widen in shock, "I go missing? Shit."

He looks at me, concern filling his features, "You aren't the character."

I chuckle, "Knew you would say that. What if I proved it to you?"

He shrugs, "Go ahead, give it a try."

I smile, hopefully not menacingly, "Spencer Reid. IQ of 187, photographic memory, can read 20,000 words a minute. Aaron Hotchner. He has a son and a wife. Or ex-wife determining what year it is. Penelope Garcia, skilled hacker. Bubbly personality, but sometimes expresses her dark side with plays. Jennifer Jareau, she's the what? Press, no. Communications liaison for the FBI? Emily Prentiss, she used to be a spy for some company. Little foggy on those details. Need me to say more?"

He shakes his head, "No."

   He walks out calmly, but with my abilities, I know what he's about to do. Which does mean I can use my powers which are beneficial. Which means I can prove my point when he brings Aaron in. He obviously wants me to be calm so I don't run. So I won't. I'll play along.

  It takes about 30 minutes, but Aaron is in here and looks pissed. I don't know, but I might be the one who peed in his cheerios. Oopsies?

"How do you know that stuff?"

"It's simple, really." I snap my fingers and get me an apple.

I bite into it, "If you fail to believe that I am technically a comic book character, then, well, you believe a threat. But since I'm reading your mind, I know that either way you think I'm a threat. I want Reid. I want help figuring out how to get back."

   He nods his head and leaves, only to come back in 5 minutes with the oh so famous Spencer Reid. The others are probably contemplating my mental health right now, but technically, they're not wrong. I do have PTSD and Anxiety.

"So..." He begins, "Why do you believe you're from a comic book."

"Here is another way to convince you," I supply, "What injuries did I, Abigail Stark, have before I disappeared?"

"Derek told me that it was a gunshot wound to the shoulder and a stab in the left thigh, as he put it. I'm not interested in comic books." He shrugs.

I look at my leg, "And what wounds do I have?"

"A gunshot wound in the shoulder and a stab wound in the thigh. Just a coincidence." He smiles.

I look into his eyes, "We both know you don't believe in coincidences."

He points at me, "You could've done this yourself."

I laugh, "And why would I do that? You know what, just try and kill me so I can wake up in the MCU again."

His eyes widen, "Hotch, hand me the cuffs."

I move away from him, "Look, I can't portal away from a threat that is me. I won't do it to myself. I swear. Just, don't-"

Stupid fucking flashbacks.

-Flashback-

  The guard put the cuffs on my wrists and dragged me out of the cold, damp, and dark room. I could hear the rats saying their goodbyes, hoping I wouldn't come back. After all, they did have the room first.

  The guard continued to drag me until he led me into a white room. There, he strapped me to the chair. The guard stood by the door, and Dr. Stanson walked in. I only knew him as the "Dick".

He smiled his cruel smile, "How are we today, Ms. Stark?"

I spit at his face, "Just dandy. You know today I was planning my escape. I think I'll kill you first."

He slapped me in the face, "You will never escape Hydra. Hydra is everywhere. Guns would be pointed at you every second of your life. How would you feel then?"

  I say nothing, and that lets him give out a sigh of frustration. He didn't like it when I didn't give him a reaction to his threats or insults. Death would be better than this.

I snarled, "Go ahead. Shoot me."

He let out a surprisingly creepy chuckle, "Oh, you will be shot. Just not with a bullet."

  He turns around and grabs a needle. Stupid sadists and their needles. They need to learn to loosen up without drugs. Drugs are bad, doesn't he know that?

I give him the biggest smile, "Drugs are bad. I'm ashamed. Can't have a good time without a needle."

  That just makes his smile even bigger. He knows he's going to enjoy the pain this will supposedly cause me. All because the guy hates me. Too bad, I thought he was kind of fun. Dick.

  He pushes the needle in my arm and pushes the liquid into my veins. It felt like fire. Better yet, how I imagined Extremis would feel. It hurt so bad, but I couldn't scream. I had to keep it in.

  He frowned, frustrated with my lack of screaming. He grabbed my neck, putting as mush pressure he could on it without killing me too soon. Or at all, Hydra still needed their test subject.

  I found it harder and harder to breathe. And just when I felt as if I was going to pass out, he let go, obviously happy with the pain he had caused me.

He looked at the guard, "Take her to her cell."

-End Flashback-

I came back to reality with, "Fuck Hydra."

Reid let out a sigh of relief, "We were about to give you a sedative."

I roll my eyes, "Couldn't have done it sooner?"

He sits back, "Are you okay?"

I sit up straight, "Sure. I just had a flashback about my days in Hydra, where I was experimented on. I'm in a TV show world with no way to go home, but yeah! Lets go with okay, Spency."

Hotch looks at me, frustrated, "This world isn't a TV Show."

I shrug, "Technically, no. Your team is, though."

He gives me a frustrated huff, "You aren't a TV Show! God, you're delusional. Tell me how you know about my family."

Sick of this, I get up, ignoring the pain in my leg, and run around them with my superspeed. 

"Believe me now?"